You Can Get It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: k-Drama] Cast a light on my pad and notice the transparency Apparently you'll see I strive to be real Something that's misunderstood Coz ninety percent of triple-H is tryna be hood Calm down man, I peep a little game I know you tryna reach the block but your game's a little lame I know he who wins souls is wise And go to a Jew as a Jew to reach them guys But I don't gotta use the N-word to grab their attention I don't need golds and tats to make them listen Yeah my beats sound like what the hood bangs all the time But I've been making krunk beats since '99 I rap in the clubs, hoods and the prisons My goal ain't to be liked, the truth is what I'm giving I'll give barz to anyone in the biz Truth is universal so you can get it where you live [Verse 2: RuddyBoy] No excuses daddy, you can get it boy Church and no church man, you can get it boy With purp and pies, them dirt and lies His blood covers all heads like a fitted boy Say, can I talk to you right now? Say man I'm talking bout right now Hard knocks got you trapping the block But say bro, you ain't trapped on the block You can tap in the Rock Forget religion man, the gospel's for everybody Seminaries to the burbs, it's for everybody Even them killers with choppers, He's for everybody ...He died man for Irv Gotti? The church girls with them wiggling bums Stop giving me the eye when you singing them songs Turn from your ways, your flesh ain't worth trusting And get it where you live 'fore we start head busting [Verse 3: Thi'sl] You can get it, anywhere you want it homie Any city, any hood, any block homie We preach Christ to you cuz hell is hot homie I come to any hood fam without a Glock on me I'm thru being hood, passed it, catch the Rock homie Six felonies, that was enough for me to stop homie And I ain't tryna be gangster I got hood stripes for real, I'm still down to my gangster Like B.I.G. ready to die to my flesh To take on the blood of Christ so I can die to my self Yeah, Christ had to do work There's hypocrites everywhere but that's life in the church So if you stripping or you banging the hammer Posted up in an office or you locked in the slammer Wherever you at in this world I pray you get it Jesus saves fam, that's the reason that we spit it [Verse 4: R-Swift] You can get that, the gospel right where you live at I ain't gotta twist facts, this rap Is good news for hood dudes and hustlers Tipping the Smirnoff, passing the work off to customers My God deep in the streets and been running it Cats better fall back when the song hacks like Tim Duncan I rep the Banner like star spangling He saved us from the sinful web that we were all tangled in Dangling by a rope, so I gotta say with my approach When He came to proclaiming the God of hope, my God is dope And loves you enough to meet you where you at Coz, loves you too much to leave you were you at I ain't gotta preach greed in my rap To show you that Jesus is all you need in my rap And that's trill, homie it is what it is You ain't gotta worry bout it, you can get it where you live